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"So if I stroke you in both places at once..."
His fingers worked their magic inside her, as his thumb circled her clit. Once. Twice.
Alethia screamed.
When her wavering vision returned, all she could see was Stan sucking on his claws, one at a time, with a big grin on his face. "Sweet indeed, but I suspect you will taste sweeter still when it is not my fingers making you scream, but my tongue."
He did not wait for permission, and she was too hoarse to give it, but her back had barely come to rest fully on the bed again when she arched up so that she could grab hold of his horns, and grind herself against his wicked, wicked mouth. Oh God, she wasn't sure what he was doing with his tongue, for it seemed to be everywhere all at once, even as he sucked on her clit, but she was falling fast.
For a man who didn't even know what a clit was an hour ago, he sure was the master of hers. Of her whole body at this rate, as she thrust her hips higher, locking her ankles around his neck to keep him close. Then his fangs grazed against her and she was flying, blind, wrapped in his wings with his tongue buried deep inside her, stroking places no one else had ever touched.
She whimpered as he let her down, his tongue gliding out of her in one, long lick that circled her clit one last time before abandoning her. Even after he released her legs, setting them on the mattress, she couldn't seem to bring herself to close them. She should clean up, find her knickers, put them back on...but first she wanted more.
"Please don't stop, Stan. I want more. I want all of you," she begged. When he didn't seem to understand, she reached for his pants.
His eyes widened. "No. Do not tempt me." He turned away and marched out of the room, his wings sending a cold blast of air right into her superheated core, the opposite of what she wanted.
"Stan, wait." But he did not return.
